WISCONSIN POEM

It’s winter in Wisconsin
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Wisconsin
when the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Wisconsin

‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground!!

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